Stories by Frieda McRae

Reflections

Déjà vu?

Yip and I stared out the front door into thick, muddy blackness. Weather showed up in a very bad mood...

Luke 8:21

A musical interpretation of the three part story: A Sad Story...

The Blurp That Entered My Life

This happened only a month ago and I've been unable to write for over a month. I'm still not sure what hit me...

Five Days of Intermissions – day Five

Work. When will it all end? As the usual work day ends, review the intermissions; those are what is remembered. What would life be without intermissions?...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Four

How to drive cupid’s arrow straight into its target, without spending a lot of time having to think about it, or how to have a short romance and a long marriage...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Three

As she approached her house, she heard wails. Turning slowly, there she was; her mother lying motionless on a cot. Her father pulled her school-bag from her back, but she couldn’t feel anything...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Two

I was a fish caught in a net. No, it was worse. I was a spider caught in its own web. I strolled down the dirt road I was accosted by two village women who brandished their tongues and ran their...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day One

He always showed up in my office, brought in by an angry teacher. We'd have a chat, he'd solemnly promise to be good, and off he'd go. One day it was different...
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